Roll up, uh
Ay, roll up one or two, roll up three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Only keep the real round me
Just one or two, three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Keep the real round, tell the fake kneel down
My heel down on head of the snakes, will to be felt now
And how I feel, proud, cause lately I been winning
Went from sin to pay for meals, loud I'm smoking mind my business
Business cracking, back invested in my music
Opposition act like Jesus in reality they Judas
Steady lacking, only time they hit my phone they want a bag and
That's the reason I stopped trapping blew my re-up on some fashion
Lookin dapper, $1500 feeling cozy
How I spend some rent all on my fit then hate when bitches nosy
Got a pocket full of posies, that mean I'm bent off flower
I'll be cool in like an hour, holdup, lemme roll this sour
Circle tighter than a cul-de-sac I'll put that shit right on my back
Traverse the earth proclaim my worth and bring my mom a Zonda back
I'm up like an insomniac, good I need to chill a bit
Roll one up I light one up its back to ain't ain't feeling shit
Roll up one or two, roll up three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Only keep the real round me
Just one or two, three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Keep the real round, give the fake left hand
Burn a whole pound down ain't nothing for a yes man
Nowadays I'm cocky cause I used to be depressed and with the checks that I collect
Now people saying that I'm not me, got me vexed
I can't pay it no attention, they belittling
But me I'm sharpening my focus Utah I was whittling
Now I'm positive, I'm past the league of novices
My jewelry gold, won't ever fold, you Reynolds wrap synonymous
You beneath me, can't reach me
The way I'm feeling there ain't nothing you could teach me
But me I'm focused I won't let my mind defeat me
I won't let my past define me, still alive cause people need me
Always keeping that in mind, if I don't it for myself
Then Ima do that shit for mine stack it up then spread the wealth
I been feeling mighty fine, cause I been taking care my health
And I been out here on my grind, pass that lighter one more?
Roll up one or two, roll up three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Only keep the real round me
Just one or two, three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up one or two, roll up three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Only keep the real round me
Just one or two, three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
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Roll up, uh
Ay, roll up one or two, roll up three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Only keep the real round me
Just one or two, three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Keep the real round, tell the fake kneel down
My heel down on head of the snakes, will to be felt now
And how I feel, proud, cause lately I been winning
Went from sin to pay for meals, loud I'm smoking mind my business
Business cracking, back invested in my music
Opposition act like Jesus in reality they Judas
Steady lacking, only time they hit my phone they want a bag and
That's the reason I stopped trapping blew my re-up on some fashion
Lookin dapper, $1500 feeling cozy
How I spend some rent all on my fit then hate when bitches nosy
Got a pocket full of posies, that mean I'm bent off flower
I'll be cool in like an hour, holdup, lemme roll this sour
Circle tighter than a cul-de-sac I'll put that shit right on my back
Traverse the earth proclaim my worth and bring my mom a Zonda back
I'm up like an insomniac, good I need to chill a bit
Roll one up I light one up its back to ain't ain't feeling shit
Roll up one or two, roll up three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Only keep the real round me
Just one or two, three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Keep the real round, give the fake left hand
Burn a whole pound down ain't nothing for a yes man
Nowadays I'm cocky cause I used to be depressed and with the checks that I collect
Now people saying that I'm not me, got me vexed
I can't pay it no attention, they belittling
But me I'm sharpening my focus Utah I was whittling
Now I'm positive, I'm past the league of novices
My jewelry gold, won't ever fold, you Reynolds wrap synonymous
You beneath me, can't reach me
The way I'm feeling there ain't nothing you could teach me
But me I'm focused I won't let my mind defeat me
I won't let my past define me, still alive cause people need me
Always keeping that in mind, if I don't it for myself
Then Ima do that shit for mine stack it up then spread the wealth
I been feeling mighty fine, cause I been taking care my health
And I been out here on my grind, pass that lighter one more?
Roll up one or two, roll up three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Only keep the real round me
Just one or two, three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up one or two, roll up three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Only keep the real round me
Just one or two, three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Ay, roll up one or two, roll up three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Only keep the real round me
Just one or two, three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Keep the real round, tell the fake kneel down
My heel down on head of the snakes, will to be felt now
And how I feel, proud, cause lately I been winning
Went from sin to pay for meals, loud I'm smoking mind my business
Business cracking, back invested in my music
Opposition act like Jesus in reality they Judas
Steady lacking, only time they hit my phone they want a bag and
That's the reason I stopped trapping blew my re-up on some fashion
Lookin dapper, $1500 feeling cozy
How I spend some rent all on my fit then hate when bitches nosy
Got a pocket full of posies, that mean I'm bent off flower
I'll be cool in like an hour, holdup, lemme roll this sour
Circle tighter than a cul-de-sac I'll put that shit right on my back
Traverse the earth proclaim my worth and bring my mom a Zonda back
I'm up like an insomniac, good I need to chill a bit
Roll one up I light one up its back to ain't ain't feeling shit
Roll up one or two, roll up three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Only keep the real round me
Just one or two, three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Keep the real round, give the fake left hand
Burn a whole pound down ain't nothing for a yes man
Nowadays I'm cocky cause I used to be depressed and with the checks that I collect
Now people saying that I'm not me, got me vexed
I can't pay it no attention, they belittling
But me I'm sharpening my focus Utah I was whittling
Now I'm positive, I'm past the league of novices
My jewelry gold, won't ever fold, you Reynolds wrap synonymous
You beneath me, can't reach me
The way I'm feeling there ain't nothing you could teach me
But me I'm focused I won't let my mind defeat me
I won't let my past define me, still alive cause people need me
Always keeping that in mind, if I don't it for myself
Then Ima do that shit for mine stack it up then spread the wealth
I been feeling mighty fine, cause I been taking care my health
And I been out here on my grind, pass that lighter one more?
Roll up one or two, roll up three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Only keep the real round me
Just one or two, three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up one or two, roll up three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Only keep the real round me
Just one or two, three or four
Then I don't really need no more
Just thick white smoke in the breeze
Writer: Harrison Narizzano, Jayson Jenkins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave